"Maybe in the near future, the world will face huge dangers. Your task is to return to a normal life, keep learning, and become stronger. I don't want to see you die in some future disaster."
"You are not ready to follow me yet."
These were the last words Bella said to the boy before they parted ways.
The night was calm, with the moon hidden behind a curtain of dark clouds. Streetlights glowed softly as people walked by. Among them stood a young man, Sanjid, holding a folder tightly in his hands.
Inside the folder were bank cards, a housing contract, and a key—all signs of a new beginning.
He stared at the items in silence, his teacher's words echoing in his mind. After a long breath, his eyes grew determined.
"Next time we meet, I will be stronger."
Without looking back, he stepped into the crowd and disappeared. From this moment on, the boy named Sanjid began a journey that would one day shake the world.
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Back at the villa, Bella leaned back in a chair, a satisfied smile on her face.
She had just sent Sanjid off, and she couldn't help but feel proud. She had trained a boy full of potential, and the thought of watching him grow filled her with joy.
To celebrate, she prepared a feast in the kitchen—something rare for her to do. She was in such a good mood that even Sally and Angie joined her in the fun, laughing and chatting around the table.
Sanjid had what it took. If he could push through the pain and challenges, he might one day reach the level of a God Father—a being so powerful they could destroy planets with ease.
Of course, that was only a possibility.
But Bella enjoyed nurturing such potential, not only because of her pride but because there was always something to gain. As these young ones grew stronger, they brought her benefits—sometimes knowledge, sometimes strength, and sometimes just the satisfaction of having shaped a legend.
Just like Thor, the "tool man" she teased. As Bella saw it, helping others grow stronger was a form of gentle encouragement. Certainly not child abuse, as some might call it.
She was the Goddess of Judgment, after all—not a babysitter who beats up kids. That was below her.
"Awww~~" came a soft cry.
On the couch, two big girls and a small one sat in identical postures, enjoying bowls of icy sweet ice cream. Their eyes were closed in bliss, faces melting in pleasure from the dessert.
Even little Sally shivered slightly from the cold, her big eyes curving in delight.
Bella chuckled. Simple moments like this brought true happiness.
While they licked their spoons, the three also watched TV. Angie and Bella chatted about daily life while little Sally shared stories from school.
"Today a boy asked me to give a love letter to another girl," Sally said with a confused face.
Angie burst out laughing. "Looks like someone's already popular in school! A heartbreaker in the making."
Sally tilted her head. "What's a heartbreaker?"
Bella narrowed her eyes, her mood shifting. Who was this brat trying to drag her precious Sally into playground romance?
Sally wasn't just a sister to Bella—she was like a daughter. The thought of someone trying to steal her away triggered a fierce protectiveness.
There's a saying: "When a man has a daughter, half of him is already in prison."
Bella could relate. She clenched her spoon, considering whether she should go "have a talk" with this bold little boy.
Maybe hang him by his shirt collar? Just a little scare.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden loud bang—gunshots.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Screams followed. The peaceful evening shattered.
Angie jumped in surprise. She grabbed little Sally, eyes wide with panic.
Bella, however, didn't flinch. She simply waved her hand and said calmly, "Relax. Some idiot probably thought he could rob someone in this neighborhood. He's likely dead already."
Indeed, wealthy areas like theirs were rarely targeted, not because of kindness or respect, but because they were fortresses.
The residents were rich. That much was true. But security was tight—trained guards, military-level systems, and enough firepower to match a police squad. You might as well try robbing Fort Knox.
Most people wouldn't dare.
But once in a while, a desperate fool high on drugs or hatred for the rich might try their luck. Often they were already on a dark path—gang members, addicts, or people with a criminal past.
And when they tried, they didn't get far.
Bella remembered at least 15 attempted robberies since she moved in, and none succeeded. Every robber had either been shot dead or hospitalized.
The security team here was no joke. They had full licenses and the Security Association's legal backing, meaning they were allowed to use deadly force when needed.
In fact, some guards were so confident, they looked forward to the excitement. Robbers meant bonuses, and those bonuses were fat.
Angie, who had spent more time in the hospital and school than home, wasn't always aware of such things, so her reaction was understandable.
Bella, however, didn't bat an eye.
She didn't believe in mercy for those who hurt innocent people. Her sense of justice didn't extend to criminals with weapons.
As Angie settled down again, embarrassed by her fear, she returned to scooping her ice cream like nothing happened.
But inside, she still felt ashamed. Her best friend, Bella, was so calm. Even Sally didn't panic.
Bella had always shown signs of being stronger than she let on. During one trip together, a group of creeps had tried to harass them, only to get knocked out by Bella with a single kick each.
Bella wasn't just beautiful—she was dangerous.
So of course she wasn't worried about a few gunshots.
Annoyed at herself, Angie grabbed a fat, lazy cat nearby and started hugging and squeezing it.
"Meowww~"
The cat groaned with both pain and weird joy, not even trying to escape. Meanwhile, the family's large golden retriever wagged its tail enviously, wanting some of that attention too.
Bella smiled at the scene but then suddenly stopped. Her senses tingled.
She looked up, her eyes narrowing.
More gunshots. Bang. Bang. Bang.
These weren't normal shots—they were suppressed, barely audible. But to Bella's trained hearing, they were loud as thunder.
She instantly focused, activating her divine senses.
Her eyes sharpened.
"Silenced gunfire... A professional hitman?"
She could feel the presence of trained security guards outside—more than a dozen—but they were already dead.
"Now that's interesting," Bella murmured, licking the spoon once before standing up slowly.
A professional killer had entered her territory.
And just like that, Bella went from housewife mode back into Goddess of Judgment mode.
Someone was about to learn the real meaning of regret.
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End of Chapter 140
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